"
"Do you want to go?"
"Well, I ain't a settin' up nights a longin' to, but to oblige a
friend, Mr. Buck, I allowed meself to be persuaded."
"Well, we'll see," said Ned.
Ned rather wanted to watch this young man. Something suggested that
the tramp was too quick witted to be made a party to their plans.
Ned didn't exactly know what harm the stranger could do them, but he
decided to talk it over with Alan. While Buck was hitching up the
horses Ned turned to go into the car.
They were loading from the far side opposite the hydrogen cask and
as Ned passed the corner of the car he almost ran into the station
agent. The agent, who was also the telegraph operator, had a
telegram for Ned, which the boy took eagerly. Ned had sent a
message to Major Honeywell, telling of their safe arrival, and did
not doubt that this was some important afterthought of the Major's.
The address ran: "Mr. Ned Napier, Private car Placida, Clarkeville,
New Mexico." Tearing open the envelope Ned read:
"Just learned Kansas City Comet has story mysterious trip for
government starting Clarkeville.
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